Rog Boyz, Boi Dope - Make Some Grammys Lyrics

Always been scared of myself
Cos my mum told me, I was a man by the age of six
Started to see like nobody else
Although I didn't have a license
Boy, I had vision and drive
I grew a vacuum for nonsense
Started to do things for love
Then I started to see family in friends
Checking my mates like a game of chess
Wanna know why I keep getting blessed?
In all my doing I'm putting him first
In all my doing I'm giving my best
I made a fist and placed on my chest
I will never die not twice
And my kids go chill pass
On the first class
Five star living my baby I promise
Hommie I am coming for blood
Gonna donate or I pull it out
From where I am, standing the scenery is sad
So I hold the frame and I rip it out
I do not deal with fugazi
I am Majesty everything I do is legit
If you don't have an ambition
Dream or a mission my hommie you do not fit
My genotype isn't SS
But my hunger and energy sick as it gets
I do not joke with my vespers that is why the dream is as big as it gets
I only roll with immortals Melo, The Township, Trooth and a few they can cope
Orgasm to your curiosity
Now you know why I am different and featured BOI Dope

Wanna pull up in a G-5 in the same category with Kendrick Lamar
Everything I drop a bomb
Hommie you call me Hussein or call me Saddam
Tell me who talk about raising?
We talking flying when we talking shooting the bar?
And if you hit me with all that you got
You not gravity you can't hold me down
All my life wanted to make an impact make some Grammys
Look my mum in the face and tell her I told you I'll make some money
Amma pull up in the hood
Pull up a blank check to my blood who got me
And tell the whole wide world I'm full of Christ and I made some Grammys

Apart from getting ma soul saved
I just wanna put my city on the map
Make some money
Tell mama to come for the Benz cos she's been through a lot
Lemme tell you for a fact
Amma do this till I return to dust
Ain't nobody tryna quench my fire
Yo Trooth make them know the boy too hot
Why you wanna kill my vibe?
You I hate it
Look down on me but soon I'll be the greatest
Can't wait to sell out a concert in Vegas
Now come back home and tell my mama we made it
Her son is on top of the world Damn
Can't believe all is well
Shame everyone who told me this won't sell
If mama is happy, the dream is fulfilled
I used to say I don't do this for the money and fame
But then deep down I need it so bad
Cos apart from me saving souls to the kingdom
I just wanna make mama proud
Buy her that Benz take her on trips
Give her that treat make her feel like a queen
Buh they tell me what I want is impossible long as I got Christ all up in my Biz
Buh charley you sick
I'm over lit
Amma preach Christ and still be the ish
Being a krife doesn't mean you should settle for less a believer can also be rich
Words of wisdom Young Solomon around here
Aim for the stars no dey play around here
All we wanna do is make impact
Make some Grammys until we are no more here
God damn, Deaf

Wanna pull up in a G-5 in the same category with Kendrick Lamar
Everything I drop a bomb
Hommie you call me Hussein or call me Saddam
Tell me who talk about raising?
We talking flying, we talking shooting the bar

And if you hit me with all that you got...you not gravity you can't hold me down
Damn
All my life wanted to make an impact make some Grammys
Put my mum in a Benz and dad in Porsche
Feeding my family for years
Amma Employ my ex, cash and cheques aint gonna worth my sweat
Real definition of blessed, call me the young black kid who made some Grammys